Scars Lyrics

Tre X in this bitch yeah

So many scars on my heart

I don't wanna talk about

But what better way to deal than to talk it out

Lost so many friends, to a point that I done lost count

World full of liars don't wanna hear what you talking bout

Now I done gave up a whole lot

Just to see them happy

Would they switch I used to hope not

Guess that I was wrong

You cut me deep don't mean the show stop

I'll just let you go, wish you the best

It's time to cut ties put the relationship to rest

I got used to it so much I swear the easier it gets

They ain't really give a fuck about me

Bet you if they ask em though they really gave a fuck about me

Ask em this though

What is one thing that they love about me

Can't be the money, can't be this music shit

Can't be nothing that involves how they used the kid

Cards that I was dealt ain't really help watch what I do to this

Imma lay my pain across the table like a crucifix

Heart cold, chain colder, freezing I got used to it

I wanna freeze time, a buss down the closest I could get

Thinking that I'm flexing on em', sorry please excuse the drip

But this is everyday shit, I've been pressure

Every time I step out I be looking like the big steppa

If you see me check out I'm just thinking trynna get better

I care too much sometimes, I swear it's shit I should've been deaded

I don't like to talk, I put my feelings all in this letter

I don't know what's wrong, it's like these niggas have a vendetta

Fuck I do to you, I know ya bop you could've did better

Seems like only time they show me love is when I spend cheddar

Honestly I've been fed up

So much work to be fake but these niggas got a whole get up

Don't send no message to check me when you a hoe nigga

Don't send no bitch to finesse me, you'll get ya hoe litt up

That little cat don't impress me you got the wrong nigga

And don't talk outta ya bracket you got the wrong figures

If I do features I'm taxing if I don't know niggas

Really I be singing and rapping, I don't need no fillers

Don't wait till it's too late to tap in I'm such a cold spitta

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No comparing myself, I know me so why would I try

You talking disrespect you better stay there on the opp side

No phony shit on my side

I'm on the the do or die side

The reaper come regardless this 2 4 could be my last ride

I let you fool me more than twice that shit'll be the last time